Smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday
Reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures
I've sketched in sand castle plots and plans, similar
Starting points both for sin and shooting blanks but
It's always the unseen sharp pang

The awkward rhythm of the dance like a tick-tock clock
In that heart of hearts repeating
'There is no happy here, there is no happy here'
Devil may care touches trickled down
Spine, thigh and breast may never truly illuminate
The finer art of heart work

I was turning over with the sheets and facing the
Arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened
Caught her arm moving from side to side but never to me
It's all connected by blank words to tell empty
Promises of clumsy miscommunication

So we say what we will to see what we may
To find a Biblical knowing
Enfolded within the next few hours, it's too bad, too tragic
I spent myself choking on the motions
Leading up to said misfortune